Yang Fan sat alone at the dining table, staring blankly at the prepared meals on the table and the freshly lit candles.

Candlelight dinners, there is no point in doing so.

Xia Ruhua had already left, and he could only enjoy dinner by himself.

There was a glint of resentment in his eyes, but he began to eat and eat in large gulps.

It's all bought with money and can't be wasted.

When the sky falls, you have to eat.

After eating, Yang Fan sat on the sofa, he didn't turn on the light, but sat alone in the dark, picked up his mobile phone, and flipped through the address book.

Before he was imprisoned, he knew a lot of people, especially some insiders.

There are even a few third-rate starlets who have had some collaborations before.

There are also other screenwriters, or some producers, directors, and so on.

It's just that he hasn't been in contact with him since he was in prison.

What Yang Fan wanted to borrow money at the moment was that he had never thought of opening his mouth to borrow money from these people before, because he felt that his family was more reliable.

So he went to his father-in-law and mother-in-law, wanting to borrow 10,000 yuan to start a small business.

But the two elders refused mercilessly, and insulted themselves.

From that time, he knew that when he was down, even the lightest father-in-law and mother-in-law could not be trusted.

So will these friends in the circle who I knew before lend a helping hand to me?

Anyway, I've been cornered and I have to give it a try.

He picked up his phone, found a friend he thought he had a good relationship with, and started calling.

"Hey, second brother, I'm Yang Fan, are you okay with this? That's right, I've been thinking lately..."

Before Yang Fan finished his words, he saw that the other party hung up the phone in a hurry, and he didn't even look for a reason, so he hung up directly.

Listening to the silence in the microphone, Yang Fan took a deep breath, he was not angry, he was already mentally prepared.

He laughed to himself, then continued to call for someone else.

"Editor-in-Chief Tong, that's the case, I..."

"Mr. Li, I'm Yi An, the Yi An who wrote the script of "The King of Guns", can you..."

"Sister Zhou, I..."

Yang Fan called almost all the contacts in the entire address book, and these were his 'friends' before he was imprisoned.

But when he hit him this time, he was afraid of himself, like a plague god, for fear of infecting them.

Yang Fan had already made more than 20 phone calls, and he was a little numb when he called.

But no one is willing to lend a helping hand, and there are even those who fall into the well and take advantage of the opportunity.

For example, a fellow screenwriter asked himself if he wanted to sell his pen name and sell him the pen name Yi An, and he could buy it for 50,000 yuan.

50,000 yuan? Is my Yi'an's pen name only worth 50,000 yuan?

He couldn't help but be angry, scolded the other party, took the initiative to hang up the phone, and blocked directly.

People like this will not be as simple as strangers to each other in the future, they are already enemies.

After a circle, Yang Fan completely understood, reality, people are so realistic.

When you have money, you're surrounded by good people, people who flatter you.

When you are depraved and degraded, even your relatives around you look down on you and look at you with prejudice and white eyes.

Not to mention that Yang Fan can be regarded as falling directly from the glory period of his career to ordinary dust.

These friends and the like are now well-known figures in the circle, and they are reluctant to play with themselves, for fear that they will lower their compulsion.

Yang Fan lay on the sofa, looking at the dark night outside, except for the cold moonlight sprinkled into the room, there was no light.

It was late at night.

Yang Fan didn't move again, his eyelids gradually sank, and he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already the next morning.

Yang Fan rubbed his eyes and glanced at the time, half past six in the morning.

After a brief wash and brushing of his teeth, he went to a breakfast shop in the neighborhood to eat something for five yuan.

I took the city bus and came to Xinlong Media Company.

He is now the captain of the security department and cannot be late for work.

Especially if you haven't convinced the security guards, you can't be late or leave early.

You have to make a good impression on these people.

When Yang Fan walked into the office hall, there were a few sporadic security guards.

Because this time it was Qin Lang who went to work early, many security guards had not yet gone to work.

"Team Yang!"

"Yang... Uh, Team Yang, good morning. ”

Several security guards raised their heads and looked at Yang Fan coming in, and after hesitating, they each opened their mouths to say hello.

When Yang Fan heard their words, his originally heavy heart was also a little relieved.

"Hello."

Yang Fan waved his hand to them, and then pushed the door and walked into the captain's office.

After entering the office, I lay on the sofa in a daze.

The office is not big, compared to Zhao Xinlong's office space of several hundred square meters, his security captain only has an office of less than 20 square meters.

But in the office, there are also a lot of things, most of them are fitness equipment, and there are also bookshelves.

Obviously, it's all left over from the previous captain.

Yang Fan put on his fist gloves and smashed the sandbag dozens of times, and only after the muscles in his arm were sore, did he stop hitting.

After smashing the sandbag, the depression in my heart disappeared a lot.

100,000 yuan, in the past, is definitely not much, and he can take it out without hesitation.

But today's 100,000 yuan is a boulder that can suffocate itself.

I can't get through this difficulty on my own.

Either his wife Xia Ruhua gave her 100,000 yuan, or she had to borrow money.

But Xia Ruhua couldn't give herself money, she didn't bother to guess what she was thinking.

It's just that in comparison, I used to give Xia Ruhua when I made money, and I even had to apply for the money I smoked.

At that time, he spent money on Xia Ru, but it was neat.

Now Xia Ruhua did not react when she encountered a crisis.

Can you not be disappointed?

Don't mention her, upset.

Yang Fan shook his head, with a burst of irritability in his eyes.

Now there is only one solution, perhaps to solve this problem.

That's the showdown, with whom is the showdown?

Naturally, he had a showdown with Zhao Xinlong and told Zhao Xinlong that he was Yi An, a screenwriter who was famous a few years ago.

Only in this way can Zhao Xinlong pay attention to himself.

Perhaps, 100,000 yuan can be obtained from Zhao Xinlong.

But is there really going to be a showdown?

In case after the showdown, Zhao Xinlong doesn't care, isn't he embarrassed?

He hesitated, not knowing what to decide.

Soon, however, someone helped him make a decision.

Bell bell...

The mobile phone rang, Yang Fan sat up straight, took out the mobile phone and looked at the caller ID, and his face immediately became gloomy.

The caller was his good boss, his former editor, and the chief editor of Sweet Orange Film and Television.

But instead of giving himself good news, this boss has bad news.

"Yi'an, someone from the legal department, I'll look for you tomorrow."

"If you don't compensate 100,000 yuan for damages as soon as possible, if the court lawsuit is over, I'm afraid that more will be awarded."

Yang Fan, the screenwriter boss in the circle, persuaded Yang Fan in a tone that I am good for you.

Yang Fan was already lazy to talk nonsense with him.

"You don't have to say it, before tomorrow, I will definitely give you money!"

"But after giving the money, we will have no friendship and communication in the future, and you Sweet Orange Film and Television will never come to me again."

"And you!"

Yang Fan hung up the phone angrily, this call comparable to asking for a debt completely ended the friendship between him and the boss for many years.

But Yang Fan doesn't regret it at all, because this is the reality.

No matter how good the relationship is, it will lose to reality, not to mention the exchange of interests from the beginning.

After Yang Fan hung up the phone, he got up and walked out.

He may have hesitated to do anything before, but now he has decided to have a showdown with Zhao Xinlong.

His pen name is Yi An, and he can be regarded as one of the hottest screenwriters in Jianghai City in the past few years.

If it weren't for the prison sentence, his Yang Fan's career would have been more successful.

Yang Fan walked to the eighth floor and knocked on the door of Zhao Xinlong's office.

"Enter!"

After hearing the answer, Yang Fan took a deep breath and pushed the door in.